Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faust. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.